To the Source

 

Well, finally on my way but uneventful so far, just a long slog south to the Chunnel then mile munching on motorways through France Belgium, Luxembourg to Donaueschingen the town in the Black Forest where the Danube starts. 

I say uneventful, and it was, but sobering at times as I rode past Ypres, Mons, Charleroi ... places our grandad had fought over a hundred years ago and here I was riding purely for pleasure.

The "long slog" ended dramatically when I entered Germany and the roads and scenery changed. I haven’t been to the Black Forest before and although it was dusk WOW… so beautiful and so vast. 

I had intended to split the journey down more but the weather forecast was strong winds and thunderstorms, so I kept going as long as it kept fine … and it kept fine all the way so arrived in Donaueschingen eightish tonight.

It’s obviously not the time of year when normal blokes take motorcycle trips. I’ve been on shuttles packed with bikes wasn’t another bike on time I had a carriage to myself  … is that an omen ?? 

You always see something on road trips that make you say “What” or “Why” to yourself.

On the way into Calais I saw a massive Viking God on the back of a truck …. ”What?”  

Then these pics turn up on facebook and I see there was a Giant's Festival earlier that day. Looks like it was throwing it down so the Viking God must have been with me.

The “Why?” was this ….. no idea!

Well one tired would be biker so off to bed.....talk tomorrow Viking God and WiFi permitting,

Good night.